Finally found we were on wrong trail
and turned back - broke handle bar
off sled - Nate Zimmer & Gus - two
miners came down the blind gulch with
cariboo meat - we had followed their
trail toward their cache on the snowy
divide at the head of the gulch - They
assisted us to mend our sled - and at
one oclock we turned up the right road -
tired and worn out. Many of the Miller
Creek stampeders had arrived and a few were
ahead of us - We pushed on to the head
of "12 Mile" and camped in an empty tent
just below the summit. Condon & Stevens
were ahead of us & the four of us camped
together. Tent warmer - but unable to sleep,
- too tired. Am dreadful tired of Edgars
extreme profanity.